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2pm RP Fic: Just Another Girl [2/?] (Reply)

Title: Just Another Girl [2/?]Rating: RGenre: RomancePairing: Nichkhun/WooyoungSummary: As a rookie Inspector Wooyoung was willing to do just about anything to prove himself. However when Korea's beloved Thai Prince becomes the sick obsession of a dangerous stalker his resolve is going to be put to the ultimate test, especially when he's made to go undercover to become the Prince's latest love scandal. Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody. I am also making no profit from this. Just a bit of fun.

A/N: This story hasn't been beta-ed so please excuse any mistakes. Also, all current members of 2pm will show up in this even though Junho and Chansung weren’t in the ‘Tik Tok’ ad. I know what role I want them both to play. You will get an idea of what Chansung’s role will be at the end of this chapter and I’m hoping to start writing Junho into the next chapter! For those who want to know, Junho isn’t going to be a cop.

Oh, I also changed a bit in the last chapter so that when Taec referred to Wooyoung in front of others he called him Woo Soon, not Wooyoung. Mainly because I want male Wooyoung to meet Nichkhun too. Got the name from watching the Idol Army episode with BEG, which was hilarious, especially with Wooyoung being forced to become one of the girls and then failing at playing matchmaker.

Just Another Girl

Chapter 2

Previously…"You wanted a scandal, didn't you?” was all the star said before leaning down the rest of the way and capturing his lips right then and there on the steps of JYP Entertainment.

In amongst the explosion of light and voices all he could register was the loud thump of his own heartbeat ringing in his ears. The only thought that was running through Wooyoung's head was, 'I can't believe my first kiss was with another man.’

For what was probably only seconds but felt more like hours Wooyoung did absolutely nothing but stand there, completely unmoving and unable to believe what was happening. In all his years never did he think it would happen like this. His first kiss. Gone.

Frozen in his shock it wasn’t until he felt the wet touch of what he was sure was a tongue against his lips that he finally snapped out of his stupor. Regaining what little semblance of sense that still remained in his completely addled mind Wooyoung quickly did the first thing he could think of to do and that was to push the offending lips away. Red faced and more than a little stunned he stumbled back, unconsciously touching his still tingling lips as he stared accusingly at Nichkhun with wide, unbelieving eyes – a gaze of which the famous idol saw fit to return with a satisfied smirk and taunting lick of the lips.

“You-” he began and even though his mind screamed bloody murder he found himself unable to do anything other than gape, mouth opening and closing in wordless disbelief.

Before he was tempted to do something drastic, like punch his lights out, Wooyoung broke his gaze away from the entirely too smug Nichkhun. Not realizing what he was doing until he made the mistake of turning his attention towards the mass of reporters and fans who were, rather than waiting at the bottom of the stairs, had all but rushed up to gather at the very top. A line of bodyguards barely managing to hold back the reporters as each frantically reached out, firing off question after question as the fans screamed their hysteria. The noise, which had seemed like nothing more than background before, suddenly rose to an almost deafening level.

It was then that realization finally dawned. Like a flash it struck to him, the fact that his pictures were going to be absolutely everywhere. Dressed as a girl. Kissing. A. Man.

Belatedly Wooyoung held a hand up to his face, desperately attempting to shield himself as best his could. More than a little panicked he unwittingly stumbled backwards, slightly disorientated he tried his best to regain his composure. But before he even had the chance the line of bodyguards suddenly broke. In an instant they were surrounded.

“What are you to Nichkhun?”

“Were you with him during the last scandal?”

"How long have you been together?"

“What’s your name?”

“How did you two meet?”

“Is he a good kisser?”

Keeping his face covered Wooyoung found himself stumbling towards Nichkhun who, true to his superstar status, remained completely calm and collected in the face of such intensity. Anger momentarily forgotten he practically melted into the American born idol’s side, half hiding himself behind the other man. Wanting nothing more than to just disappear. As if hearing his wish a hand firmly grasped his and as the flashes continued to go off he felt himself being pulled right into the crowd.

“Keep close and don’t fall,” he could only just hear Nichkhun warn as they descended the stairs, the bodyguards quickly moving to clear a path for them to the waiting car.

Deciding his neck was much more important than his manly pride he tightened his grasp on the hand still in his and moved even closer – determinedly using Nichkhun as a shield. Not only from the overzealous crowd but also from falling. The way he saw it if worst comes to worst he could always use him to break his fall.

Easily avoiding the hysteria Junsu was already in the car by the time they reached it. The instant that they were close enough they both hurried inside. It was only once the door was firmly shut and they finally on their way that he allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief. Slumping in his seat Wooyoung attempted to push the long strands of his extensions out of his face, only to realize he couldn’t move his hand. With a frown he looked down and felt his face suddenly go hot at the sight of Nichkhun’s hand still firmly holding his. He gave a sharp tug but far from letting go the other man instead tightened his grip.

“Get use to it,” Nichkhun informs him. “Since you insisted on going forward we are going to have to do a lot more than this from now on.”

Wooyoung pursed his lips and glared. Not one to be so easily deterred he tried once again. When all his struggling only resulted in an entirely too smug smirk being directed his way he turned to his side and bit hard into the fleshy shoulder of the great annoyance known as Nichkhun Buck Horvej sitting next to him – an act of vengeance that not only served as a retaliation for his captive hand but also for what happened earlier.

“Ah!”

At the sound of the pain filled cry Wooyoung backed away with a satisfied smile.

“What the hell?” Nichkhun demanded with a grimace. “Did you just bite me?”

“You deserve it!” he returned heatedly.

“What for? For doing what you wanted me to do?”

More than a little incensed at the very idea of him actually wanting that Wooyoung spluttered, “I didn’t want you to kiss me.”

“Sure about that,” Nichkhun taunted with a small mischievous smile. “I don’t seem to remember you acting in any kind of a hurry to get away.”

“I was in shock,” he protested fervently, eyes burning with anger. “You just attacked me so suddenly I didn’t know what to do.”

As if affronted by the very thought Nichkhun defensively snapped, “I did not attack you!”

“Yes you did!”

“No I did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

Visibly on edge Junsu interjected, “Would you two stop flirting for a second and let me think?”

Stunned more by the words than the actual interruption they both turned on him and shouted:

“No way, I was not flirting with him!”

“No way, she’s not even my type!”

Realizing they had spoken at the same time, both Wooyoung and Nichkhun turned on each other once more.

“I still can’t believe you bit me.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t punch you.”

“Enough!” Junsu yelled. With a long-suffering sigh he gently rubbed his temples – a sure sign of an oncoming headache – before finally fixing Nichkhun with a pointed glare. “Do you even realize what you’re done? Damn it Khun, what were you thinking?”

With what sounded like genuine confusion Nichkhun asked, “What do you mean? You were the one telling me this was a good idea.”

“Having her pretend to be your girlfriend is a good idea,” Junsu retorted with a roll of the eyes. “Practically eating her face right in front of the media, not so much.”

Wooyoung blushed at that and made to protest the insinuation when he was quickly interrupted by another tirade, which thankfully wasn’t directed at him.

“When you agreed we were going to control it. Have you two show up somewhere on an innocent date and then tip off the media. Let some photos leak here and there. Play coy, make them think that there’s maybe something but not quite confirm it,” Junsu continued, on a roll. “But now that you’ve gone and done this everything is completely out of our hands. Both of your faces are going to be plastered absolutely everywhere, on every news bulletin, every newspaper, magazine, variety show. What the hell came over you? You’re not usually this impulsive?”

Feeling a tactical retreat may be order Wooyoung leaned forward to knock on the glass panel that separated the front seats, hoping that it wasn’t soundproof he asked in an imploring voice, “Um driver, can you just drop me off at the next light?”

When no reply came he immediately slumped. Thankfully it seemed that finally luck was on his side. The car slowly came to stop. Not knowing why or even caring Wooyoung saw his chance and decided to take it. He quickly reached for the door and was just about to open it when he felt an arm around his waist, pulling him back and away from the door.

“Waa, you pervert, what are you doing?” Wooyoung demanded, kicking out with both his arms and legs.

“This is just as much your mess as it is mine. Don’t think you’re not getting out of this so easily,” he heard Nichkhun calmly state, his grip remaining firm.

Although he was far from being a prude he couldn’t quite believe the liberties that the other man was so freely taking with him, especially since for all he knew Wooyoung was actually a girl. Not for the very first time he wondered what on earth happened to the gentlemanly and princely demeanour Nichkhun was so known for.

“Let me go!” he whined, sounding almost pitiful as he continued his struggles. Finding it useless he three Junsu a pleading look and whined, “Get him off me.”

“No, he’s right. We need to find a way to spin this and for that we need to prepare a story ready for the press.” Determined to ignore Wooyoung’s misery he pressed one of the buttons on the side and ordered, “Take us to Nichkhun’s apartment.”

“Yes sir,” the driver answered, before a sound click signalled an end to the connection.

Annoyed by his treatment Wooyoung threatened, “Look, I don’t care where you’re taking me but tell him to let me go or I’ll tell Narsha that I’m being bullied.”

At the wince on Junsu’s face he couldn’t help but grin, so glad to have at least one ace up his sleeve. Deciding to burst his bubble Nichkhun only readjusted his grip around him and leaned back in his seat, taking a very reluctant Wooyoung with him. If that wasn’t bad enough the sudden awkwardness of the position he found himself in practically forced him to half sit on the extremely un-princely idol’s lap.

“I’ll deal with Narsha,” the so-called Thai Prince responded confidently. “We’re going to have to practice our skin ship if we are to be convincing as a couple after all. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

At that he couldn’t help but wonder what the Korean public would think of their beloved prince if they knew that he was far from the perfect gentleman they so readily associate him with. Although he couldn’t speak for the rest of the country Wooyoung was certain of how he felt.

“I hate you.”

“You were the one who started this, remember? I warned you I won’t hold back or make this easy for you.” Nichkhun felt the need to remind him. “So since we’re stuck together now don’t forget to smile and be sure to always sweetly call me Oppa when we meet.” He could practically hear him grinning at that. “Let’s practice. On the count of three I want you to give me a cute ‘Oppa.’ One. Two. Three.”

For a moment there was nothing but silence and then, “I really, really hate you.”

“Hmm, I guess we have to work on that,” his tormentor thoughtfully added.

With a groan Wooyoung just knew that this was going to be the toughest case of his admittedly short career.

* * *

When they finally reached the garage of Nichkhun’s building Wooyoung practically leapt out of the car and the moment that his captor stepped out he delivered a firm kick directly to his shin. Not hard enough to cripple but just hard enough to make him feel better. As his sense of self-preservation was still quite strong rather than sticking around for whatever revenge might be inflicted upon him he quickly ran after Junsu, who was already entering the building, shaking his head and sighing in what could only be described as pure misery.

“That’s no way to treat your beloved boyfriend,” he heard Nichkhun yell after him.

Smiling widely he turned around and was about to blow him a raspberry when he noticed someone standing behind the other. The smile instantly slipped from his face and suddenly remembering he had a job to do found himself hastily running back to place himself between his current assignment and the hooded newcomer. He frowned and palmed the holster he had concealed under his dress, ready to draw if the situation called for it.

“If you know what’s good for you you’ll back away right now and slowly put your hands up,” Wooyoung immediately said, trying his hardest to keep his voice high even as he threateningly growled the words out.

To his confusion a gentle laugh erupted from the person before him. Slender hands raised up just high enough to push the hood back. At the sight that greeted him he visibly relaxed, recognizing the face instantly as another common fixture around both Nichkhun and Junsu. Having only ever seen her in photos he couldn’t help but feel that the pictures don’t quite do her justice.

In a sweet melodic voice she bowed her head slightly and apologized with a sincere, “I’m sorry to scare you like that. I just arrived and felt quite chilled walking through the car park.”

Immediately feeling embarrassed Wooyoung immediately said, “No, I should be the one that’s sorry. I just – we had a very tiring day and I thought er… an overzealous fan followed us or something.”

“Of course,” she replied graciously, her gaze momentarily drifting to Nichkhun with a fond smile. “One could never be too careful, Especially with Nichkhun’s safety.”

She turned her gaze back to Wooyoung, as if just realizing he was still there.

“Sorry, you must think I’m being terribly rude for not introducing myself. My name is Yoon Eun Hye, Nichkhun’s personal assistant.”

For a moment she gave him an expectant look. One that was received with nothing more than a confused blink and silence. And more silence.

Finally realization he just wasn’t getting the hint she gave an encouraging nod and politely prompted, “And you are?”

Not knowing what to do he hastily dipped into a bow and immediately felt stupid for doing so. Quickly straightening up he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief upon noticing she hadn’t witnessed his awkwardness at all and was instead giving Nichkhun a clearly questioning look.

“I’m glad you’re here Eun Hye,” Nichkhun told her cheerfully. “We were just about to go celebrate our coming out to the press.”

“Coming out?” she questioned in a confusion that Wooyoung was sure was reflected on his face.

“Our coming out as an official couple,” Nichkhun announced.

There was nothing but silence as her gaze shifted between them, something unreadable in her eyes. Then turning away with a slightly hurt look she said, “I hadn’t even realized you were dating anyone.”

“With everything that is happening I wanted to keep this quiet,” he explained with what Wooyoung thought was definitely an award winning performance as he wrapped an arm around him. “Even Junsu didn’t even know until today and he only found out because we unintentionally got into a fight in front of everybody because I was scared something would happen to her if we became public and she kept pushing my concerns aside.”

“Oh,” she murmured to herself, looking as if she was having trouble processing the whole thing.

Not that he blamed her. He was having trouble processing it all and he was actually involved.

“I guess congratulations are in order then. I’m… I’m happy for you,” she finally said, shifting her gaze between them with a small smile. “Both of you.”

“Thank you Eun Hye,” Nichkhun replied warmly. “We were just about to go meet Junsu inside and pop open a bottle of champagne. Join us?”

She hesitated for a moment before finally shaking her head ‘no’ and saying, “I only came by to discuss your schedule, but that can wait till tomorrow.” She paused with an apologetic look. “Besides, I have somewhere else I need to be tonight.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?”

“Yes, I am sure,” was her firm reply. She turned to him with a gentle smile. “It was nice meeting you Woo Soon. Have fun and congratulations.”

“Y-you too,” Wooyoung replied with a fluster. “Ah, I mean have fun.”

With that she made her exit, heels clicking loudly over the concrete ground as she made her way back to her car. As she went Wooyoung intently watched her, unable to help but be a little awed by the beauty and grace in which she carried herself. Shrugging his arm off his shoulders he spun around to give Nichkhun a disbelieving stare.

In an accusing tone he demanded almost accusingly, “Are you gay?”

Confused Nichkhun blinked blankly before finally uttering, “What?”

“She’s been working for you how long and yet you haven’t once dated her.”

“Who? Eun Hye?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, mentally adding a little slow to his building list of undesirable traits. “No the pope, of course Eun Hye. She is gorgeous.”

Nichkhun frowned and simply said, “She’s like a sister to me. I don’t think I can even think of her like that.”

“Really?”

Earnestly Nichkhun replied with a resolute, “Really.”

“Oh, ok,” Wooyoung accepted with a nod and a determined declaration of, “I guess you are gay then.”

Although he would never admit this he was beginning to think that Teac was right when he said he just didn’t know when to quit. Because he was sure he should’ve just stopped one sentence ago. Before he knew what was happening Nichkhun began crowding him again, practically pushing him up against the car and leaning down close to him.

Panicked about the prospect of being pawed and molested again Wooyoung crossed his arms over himself and squeaked, “Ah, what are you doing?”

“It seems my words are not enough for you so I thought some first hand proof may be needed,” he answered simply, reaching up to gently push a stray strand of hair out of Wooyoung’s terrified face.

In any other circumstances he would have seriously laughed at the irony of the situation, but as it was he was way too busy fearing for his lips. Red lights flashing Wooyoung let out a nervous laugh and thumped Nichkhun on the chest hard in what was supposed to be a friendly gesture, laughing as if he’d just been told the funniest joke ever.

“Ahaha,” Wooyoung awkwardly laughed. “I was just kidding. You are very manly and tough and into girls and all that other manly, manly stuff.”

Suddenly feeling crowded and already more than a little harassed he gave him a hard shove and with the distance created between them pointed towards the entrance.

“I think I can hear Junsu calling for us,” he announced out of nowhere, quickly taking the chance to rush from right under his captor’s hold. Rushing towards the doors he called out, “We’re coming Junsu!”

In his frenzy Wooyoung didn’t hear the loud laughter that immediately followed his departure. Too busy trying to get out of another potentially compromising position to take notice of anything other than his great need to put as much distance between them as possible.

* * *

Nearly five hours of pure torture later Wooyoung still couldn’t believe Junsu had forced him to stay until they both got their story straight. From every detail of how they first met, to when, where and even to the progression of their relationship from the very first meeting Junsu made sure that they had ever single last base covered. He even made them memorize as many personal facts about each other as they could manage, which when one was trying desperately to hide the fact they aren’t really a girl, was not the easiest thing to do. His only consolation was that during the session, for the sake of Junsu’s sanity and productivity, Mr. Handsy-Fake-Goody-Two-Shoes idol was banned from practicing any more skin ship with him. If not for that Wooyoung was sure he would have bolted well before they got to extremely sloppy story about how they first got to together.

In nothing but his pyjama bottoms Wooyoung ran a hand through his thankfully short hair, more than glad to be rid of the extensions and with the fact that he no longer had to be Jing Woo Soon. Or for that matter have to deal with any more harassment, at least not for another day. Sighing he rifled through his closet for a shirt and was just about to pull a clean t-shirt on when his suddenly phone rang.

Picking it up he barely glanced at the name on display before answering with a tired, “Hello.”

“I am so going to kill you,” he promised, a promise he had every intent to fulfil.

“Ah, but you two were so cute,” Taecyeon teased and though he couldn’t see him Wooyoung knew he was grinning, too many teeth and all.

“Shut the hell up! I’m going to need intense therapy for the rest of my life because of you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever man. You know you’re going to be thanking me when this is all over.”

“So you keep saying,” he returned with a roll of his eyes. Mockingly he asked, “So how was day at the office dear? You found anything?”

The disappointment clear in his tone Taecyeon admitted, “Nothing we didn’t know already. What about you?”

“Not yet.”

“Ah, I see,” came the singsong reply. “Too busy playing with lover boy while I was working hard, huh?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes for what must’ve been the umpteenth time.

“Well brace yourself for the excitement that’s about to overwhelm you because you’re going to get a lot more time to play. Both the Chief and Jin-Young want us to act as Nichkhun’s personal bodyguards. It seems the notes he’s been getting have progressively gotten darker, moving more and more into the zone of the ‘if I can’t have you no one else will’ variety. Since we need to be able to keep a closer eye on how those around him act we will be posing as JYP appointed bodyguards instead of cops. Which means, get packing, because starting from tomorrow we’ll be moving in with him until this case his over. Can’t have pretty boy ending up dead under our watch. Boss's orders.”

“What?” Wooyoung practically screeched. “What the hell? How am supposed to move in with him? I’m supposed to a girl. Everybody is going to think I’m some kind of loose woman if we start living together.”

“How the hell is that problem solved?” he demanded. “Oh my god, I’m going to be exposed as some cross dressing perve.” Already he could see the headlines, and it wasn’t pretty. “And how are you going to explain why Woo Soon and me are never at the same place, at the same time?”

“You as Jang Wooyoung are only working this case as a bodyguard, free to come and go as you please, while girl you is the main Inspector. The Chief has given us permission to bring someone else in as another bodyguard for when you have to mysteriously go run some ‘errands.’ He doesn’t want to spare another Inspector on this case though.” Tacecyeon sighs. “But I’ve been told we can have our pick of beat cops. We need someone who can stand around, look tough and act like a hired goon for a few weeks? Got anyone in mind?”

Without even having to think about it Wooyoung replied with a smile, “I got the perfect person.”

“Someone I know?”

“I introduced you briefly. Not sure if you remember but he was the one I was roommates with in the academy. We went through training together,” he explained in a fond tone. “He just graduated and is still a bit young but he’s a good cop with great potential.”

“Ah, I think I remember him. The old maknae with the long hair, right?”

“Yeah, that’s him.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes at the description. Leave it to Taecyeon to remember only the things people would rather he forget. “Although he got a hair cut now.”

“Works for me, looked enough like a goon the last time I saw him,” Taecyeon agreed with obvious approval. “I’ll talk to the Chief, what’s his name again?”

“Hwang Chansung,” Wooyoung happily supplied, looking forward to working with his friend again.

“Okay then, guess this is goodnight sunshine! You’re going to need all the beauty sleep you can get.”

Not wanting to hear anymore of Taecyeon’s brand of teasing he snapped his phone shut and threw it onto the bed. Soon following his discarded cell he collapsed on the firm mattress with a groan, reaching out for a pillow he hugged it to his body as he rolled onto his side. When this was all over and done with Wooyoung was definitely going to get a new haircut, maybe even shave the sides. Maybe that would make his face seem sharper. Because he was sure if it weren’t for his baby face there was no way he would’ve been forced into such an impossible position, or with such an impossible person.

Wooyoung scowled at the memory of Nichkhun’s lips against his, burying his face in the pillow he held. Although he was still quite angry about the whole affair deep down he had to admit it wasn’t all that entirely terrible. His lips were soft. He hadn’t expected them to be so soft. Or gentle.

“Argh, stop thinking about it Wooyoung,” he berated himself, mentally and physically trying to shake such thoughts away. “It never happened. Repeat. It never happened.”

As Wooyoung fell asleep, resolved to forget the kiss ever happened, every newspaper in the country was busily working through the night. Each more determined than the next to make sure that they wouldn’t be the only one without a clear front page picture of Korea’s beloved Prince engaged in a scandalous embrace with an unknown girl right on the steps of JYP Entertainment.